
uy8h:
Kenny

My end of an art trade with the magnificent @sagoyashi, whose beautiful work is a grand inspiration of mine.
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Universe inside of a marble via Botatitsbest
This is some Men In Black type shit
Banned Books of the Wizarding WorldÂ
The magical world saw the expanse of literary texts exploring the complex ideas of the dark arts and pure-blood hegemony. Early eighteenth century writers outlined their political ideologies, many of which strictly devote these ideals to classical extremism. Liberal interests such as the acceptance of muggle-born citizens into magical society and interbreeding underwent analytical scrutiny on the pretext of developing political theory. By the late twentieth century, international magical governments prohibited almost all copies and future publications of novels alluding to themes of radical prejudice and unnatural practices of the magical arts.
Mother of Dragons
Lost in the Flame
Dragon AU – Yuya
cobblepotcrimefamily-deactivate:
4) “Get out and don’t come back.” from this list. This could be complementary to C&P given I neglected writing it.
Summary: Edward visits Oswald in Arkham in season two.
Arkham might not be such an eyesore if the city was willing to pay for an overhaul. The building looks abandoned from the outside, added with how long it takes for the gate to open, creaking as they try, stopping halfway, causing Edward to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. They finally thrust open, screeching, allowing Edward’s car to enter.
Edward doesn’t know what to make the asylum. He’s never been to Arkham, only seen pictures from compiled case files, fondly remembers bodies delivered to the station to dissect and examine.
A guard waits for him outside his driver’s side door, immediately takes his identification when Edward starts to utter pleasantries, makes a point of flashing his GCPD employee badge still attached to his blazer’s chest pocket.
“Inmate’s name?” The guard grumbles, turning his nose as he snaps Edward’s driver’s license to the clipboard in hand, copying the information.
“Oswald,” Edward enunciates it, sounds like a privilege to say it out loud, “Cobblepot.”
“With this hand, I will
Lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty,
For I will be your wine. With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness. With this ring,
I ask you to be mine.”
– Corpse Bride
If this is not going to be your vow, don’t ask me to marry you.